Very slight spoiler. I might be alone in this (even among people who LIKE this movie), but I think that very little of it is "dated", even in a good, "old-fashioned" sense, except for one particular part. Unfortunately, that part is at the very end, the little closing narration by the Cliff Robertson character. One reason I don't think so is because it has a genuine "argument" about whether "a girl should stay pure." SURE, you know how that will end up from the start, it being the kind of comedy it is, but it still isn't completely "slanted" that way. One of the best things about it is the four actors, but certainly Rod Taylor, who always fit so well into this kind of comedy (and so many other kinds of movie). The other best thing is the comical, "you could cut it with a knife," tension between three of the characters, with the fourth one, the Robert Culp character, completely oblivious of what's going on. One thing I don't care for so much, regardless of the composer, is the "incidental music," which really throws itself at you a lot of the time. (But it's still less irritating - to me - than the way all those VOCAL songs are squeezed into movies now.) One of the best lines isn't strictly a comedy one, just a clever one, while the deception is still going on - Fonda : I hope we meet again sometime. Culp : That's a funny thing to say to your brother. Taylor : It's a private joke.
Review of Sunday in New York
